Of Potions and Wings

Severus and Draco walked into the alley next to the restaurant and Severus pulled Draco close. “One more kiss before we go back.” He murmured.

 


Draco wrapped his arms around Severus’ neck. “Sounds good to me.” He agreed, winding his fingers through dark hair.

 


Severus kissed him deeply, stealing his breath and making his head spin. He pulled away with a heartfelt groan. “Why is your taste so addictive?” He asked against the blond’s mouth.

 


Draco smirked. “It’s just part of my charm. You taste amazing, too.” He told the man. “Let’s head back.” He said, sliding his arms down to wrap around Severus’ waist.

 


Severus snorted. “That is hardly the proper hold for a side-along apparition, Draco.”

 


Draco chuckled. “Let me. I don’t get to see enough of you in school.”

 


“Very well.” Severus apparated, and they landed in front of Hogwarts’ gates.

 


“Back to academia we go.” Draco murmured.

 


“I want you to wear the sheath Friday. You can wait that long, can’t you?” Severus asked, trailing a finger down the side of Draco’s face.

 


Draco nodded. “I can, and will. Would you be willing to marry me the day after Christmas?” He asked. “I’ve thought about it, and I don’t want to interfere with anyone’s plans, so that seems our best option.”

 


Severus nodded. “It will do. Come on, let’s get inside. It looks like it may rain, and I have no desire to get wet.” He said.

 


They headed back in and met Lucius en route to the dungeons.

 


“Hello, Lucius.”

 


Lucius inclined his head. “Severus. I was just heading to your rooms. I have an idea for Draco and Potter’s lessons I wanted to run by you.” He said lowly.

 


Severus nodded. “Very well, we will talk in my rooms. Draco, I will see you later.” He said, then leaned down to brush a chaste kiss over his lips.

 


Draco smirked. “I look forward to it. Good day, Father.” He said in parting as he headed for the Slytherin common room.

 


“He’s in a good mood. I take it you had a good time?” Lucius asked mildly.

 


Severus sighed, opening the door to his rooms and ushering Lucius inside. “Your son got me to go to a dance club, of all places, and made me dance with him.” He confessed, sitting in his leather chair.

 


Lucius chuckled, turning it into a cough at Severus’ glare as he took the couch. “Oh, what I would have given to see that!” He said. “Just like old times, was it?” He asked.

 


Severus shook his head with a smile. “Down to my black leather trousers and silk shirt.” He confirmed.

 


“Is Draco aware that you used to go out dancing every Friday and Saturday night during the summers? Until he was born, of course.” Lucius asked.

 


“No.” Severus said shortly. “And I will thank you not to tell him. He does not need to know how much I enjoy it, or he will have me out every weekend. If that happens, I am dragging you with us.”

 


Lucius cocked his head with a smile. “It could be fun. For old time’s sake.” He said mildly.

 


Severus sighed in disgust that his threat had fallen flat. “What was this idea you had for the boys’ lessons?” He asked.

 


Lucius straightened. “Right. Well, one of my books in the Malfoy library was written by a submissive Faurae of our line that was able to call up gale-force winds through use of his wings. Imagine what Potter could do with a power like that under his command.” He said.

 


Severus nodded. “He would be quite a force unto himself. But the problem is where to try it. There are not many places suitable for attempting to tap into that skill. Where were you thinking?”

 


“The Forbidden Forest. I’ve already asked Dumbledore if it would be acceptable to take them in there, and he says that so long as you are with us as well, it will be permitted. You know the Forest well enough to lead us to a suitable clearing, and you know what to be wary of and where not to stray.” Lucius said.

 


Severus nodded thoughtfully. “I do know the Forest reasonably well, and there are a number of suitable clearings close to the school. When did you want to do this?” He asked.

 


Lucius waved a careless hand. “When the boys have shown enough improvement in their dueling; there is no rush yet.” He said lightly.

 


“Very well.” Severus said. “If there is nothing else-“

 


“The next time you go out dancing, do let me know. I’ll join you.” Lucius interrupted with a small smirk.

 


Severus shot him a glare. “I will hex you, Lucius, don’t think that I won’t!” He snapped.

 


Lucius chuckled. “I think that is everything. I’ll see you at dinner.” He said, then left.

 


Severus growled at the door for good measure.

 


*****

 


Severus cursed as Lucius went down, dodging a beam of red light and spun out of the way as both submissives advanced on him, eager to subdue the remaining threat.

 


He feinted toward the left, and quickly ran to Lucius’ side, casting rennervate on the man and dodging another curse.

 


“That’s cheating, we took him out fair and square!” Harry cried out, seeing Lucius get back up.

 


The blond chuckled. “Keep in mind, in a battle situation,” He fired a curse Harry’s way non-verbally, “taking out one Death Eater will only mean another one taking thier place. There will be more of them than there are of you.” He cast another curse, catching Harry’s sleeve on fire.

 


Harry’s eyes widened comically. “Divestio!” He cast, and the robe came off, folding itself and floating over to Lucius’ desk.

 


Lucius licked his lips, eyes traveling over Harry’s shirt-clad chest, before he mentally shook himself and focused on the duel again. He cast expelliarmus at Harry and smirked as he caught the teen’s wand.

 


Harry threw out his hands with a wordless cry of rage, and Lucius was blasted backward, flying off his feet and hitting the wall with a sickening crunch.

 


Draco and Severus stared at his body for a few moments, stunned, before Severus ran forward and began casting diagnostic charms on him.

 


“Wow, Potter.” Draco drawled. “That was pretty impressive. Mind you, if you’ve killed him, I’ll have to exact my revenge on you, but I’m still impressed.”

 


“He’s not dead, just knocked out.” Severus declared. He stood and cast a rennervate on the man.

 


Lucius hissed in pain, shaking his head slowly. “What was that?” He asked slowly.

 


Draco snickered. “That was Harry’s first big display of wandless magic. Maybe we should be trained in a few wandless spells.”

 


Lucius stood and swayed. “Well, I think today’s lesson is over. Harry, your wand.” He said, holding out the wand handle first.

 


Harry walked up to him and took it back, blushing. “Sorry about... You know, blasting you into a wall.” He mumbled.

 


Lucius chuckled. “Think nothing of it. These things do occasionally happen.” He said lightly.

 


Severus nodded. “I believe cutting this short today would be for the best. Lucius will need to recover from that, and he will need at least a few hours’ rest in which to do so.”

 


Harry and Draco nodded.

 


“All right, Sir. Good night.” Harry said, grabbing his robe and leaving the room.

 


“Sleep well, Mr. Potter.” Lucius returned.

 


Draco snorted. “So, about us getting some training in wandless magic..?” He pressed.

 


Lucius sighed. “We will see. There are things you will both need to learn first, but if there is time, we will consider teaching you a few spells. Accio being chief among them. That way, if your wand is taken, you will be able to get it back.”

 


Draco nodded. “That’s probably a good idea.”

 


Severus took Draco’s hand. “Will you be able to get to bed on your own?” He asked Lucius.

 


Lucius winced and touched his head. “I should be fine. I’ll see you two tomorrow, when I will hopefully have recovered from this.”

 


“See you tomorrow, Father.” Draco called out as they left the room.

 


Severus shook his head as they headed for the dungeons. “That boy is so reckless. He’s going to end up killing someone one of these days.”

 


“It was an accident. He likes Father, he wouldn’t hurt him on purpose.” Draco told the man.

 


“Likes?” Severus questioned. “Surely you don’t mean—“

 


“He has a crush on him.” Draco confirmed, smirking. “But he says it won’t go anywhere, that they’re too different to suit. I think they’d make a rather striking pair. Kind of like us.” He said lightly.

 


Severus shook his head. “He is a fool, and your father doesn’t suffer fools gladly.” He said shortly.

 


Draco frowned. “He’s actually a lot smarter than you give him credit for. He just doesn’t have much of a head for Potions. He does really well in all his other classes. Well, except History, but we can’t blame him for Binns.” He allowed.

 


Severus just sighed and continued walking.

 


Draco smirked. “You’re just looking for reasons not to like him. You’ll have to give up on that someday. He’s rather likeable, if you don’t mind his ignorance of Wizarding traditions. But he can be taught, with a little work. He’s willing to learn, at least. That’s something.”

 


Severus groaned. “Draco, if I wanted someone to expound on his good points, I would speak to Dumbledore.” He said.

 


Draco snickered. “You’ll get used to it.”

 


“I do not want to ‘get used to it.’” Severus snapped, opening the door to his rooms. “Get in and put your pajamas on.”

 


Draco turned to look at Severus. His cheeks were pink. “Do we have to change in the bathroom still? I mean, we’ve seen each other naked already, so there’s really no point in it, right?”

 


Severus stared at him for a long moment, debating his words, then nodded. “We will change in the bedroom. But remember, you will be on your best behavior during the night.”

 


Draco nodded. “I know. And I leave at four AM, I haven’t forgotten.”

 


Severus nodded and began to unbutton his robe.

 


Draco quickly changed, watching Severus as he slowly stripped. By the time Draco was dressed in his pajamas, Severus had gotten down to his boxers and was pulling on his pajama bottoms.

 


Draco eyed his chest with ill-disguised hunger, pouting when Severus pulled on his pajama shirt and began to button it. “I wish you’d let me enjoy the view a bit longer.” He said.

 


Severus’ lips twitched. “Once we marry, you’ll be allowed to look your fill, as I suspect we’ll be wearing a good deal less in bed.” He told the blond, getting into bed and pulling Draco against him. “Now, get to sleep.”

 


“What, no good-night kiss?” Draco asked.

 


Severus leaned in and kissed him. “When you get back to your room, I’ll send Pippy with my pillow. You’ll need to give her the one you’ve been using in return.”

 


“Mm, sounds good.” Draco agreed, turning around and pressing his back up against Severus’ chest. He wriggled around a bit, his arse rubbing teasingly against Severus before he finally stilled.

 


“Brat. That was deliberate, I know it was.” Severus growled in his ear, then nipped it. “Go. To. Sleep.”

 


Draco chuckled, then snuggled into his pillow and closed his eyes.

 


*****

 


Draco woke to his wand’s alarm and sighed. He grabbed his wand and canceled the alarm, and the wand stopped beeping and buzzing, laying quiescent in his hand again. “Bloody nuisance. I was having a good dream, too!” He snapped at it.

 


Severus grabbed his wand off the bedside table and cast a breath-freshening charm, then pulled Draco back down next to him to deliver a hot kiss.

 


Draco moaned into the kiss, pouting when Severus released him and gently pushed him away.

 


“Go, before I forget myself and do unspeakable things to you that your father will never forgive me for.” The man said, then buried his face in Draco’s pillow, inhaling deeply.

 


Draco smiled, slipping out of bed. “I like the thought, but if I did stay and you did do unspeakable things to me, you’d never forgive me for driving you to it.” He said lightly.

 


“And don’t you forget it!” Severus’ reply was muffled by the pillow.

 


Draco chuckled. “Good-bye, then. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

 


Severus raised his head long enough to murmur, “Good-bye, Draco.”

 


Draco headed to his own room and laid down in bed. A few seconds after he laid down, Pippy appeared. “Master Severus says to be giving you this!” She held out a pillow.

 


“Thank you, Pippy. Give him this one for me.” Draco said, handing her the pillow Severus had sent to him last time.

 


Pippy nodded and disappeared, and Draco buried his face in the pillow that smelled of Severus happily. ‘Merlin, I can’t wait to marry that man!’ He thought as he drifted back to sleep.

 


*****

 


Severus took his usual seat next to Lucius, who was grinning widely.

 


“Had a good dream last night?” He asked.

 


Lucius simply hummed and took a sip of his tea.

 


“Please tell me it did not involve a certain dark-haired Faurae.” Severus prodded.

 


“Don’t be daft, Severus, of course I’m not dreaming of you.” Lucius returned, still smiling.

 


“You know who I mean!” Severus hissed.

 


Lucius sighed. “Severus, you know better than to pry into my dreams. Did last time not scar you enough?” He asked archly.

 


Severus groaned. “Oh, Merlin, it did.” If the Malfoy head was already dreaming of the brat, it was only a matter of time before he at least tried to act on it. Severus fervently hoped that the man looked into finding someone more suitable to dally with over the coming break.

 


Lucius turned to look at him with one brow raised. “What, or rather, who I dream about is not your concern. I think I’m being remarkably good about you and Draco’s burgeoning relationship, so you can just keep your commentary on my dreams to yourself. I deserve a certain amount of leeway. I’m losing my only son, you know.” He said evenly.

 


“Hardly. I’m not going to keep him away from you, and besides, you’ll still see him every day, since you’re teaching here. That does not give you permission to have a mid-life crisis. You’re staring at him, by the way.” Severus informed the man, who tore his eyes away from Potter to focus on Draco instead.

 


“Hm, Draco seems agitated this morning.” He commented.

 


Severus picked up his own tea and sipped at it. “Mm, I can’t imagine why.”

 


Lucius glanced over at Severus. “Tell me you at least spent a few hours with him last night.”

 


Severus sighed, then cast muffliato. “Not that it’s any of your business, but on the nights that we duel he sleeps in my bed, leaving at four AM.”

 


“Ah, that explains it.” Lucius said, nodding. “Early mornings always leave him a bit tetchy.”

 


Severus sneered. “Quite.” He said, then canceled the muffliato.

 


Lucius ate slowly, as he remembered his dream of supple, tanned skin and green eyes fogged with pleasure as the young man cried out his name, clinging to him desperately.

 


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